As documentaries age, their meaning becomes more clear… or rather, their intentions do. Out of the convolution of facts and opinions that make up any documentary, facts tend to precipitate away from politically-motivated arguments or persuasions as time continues and the images burned into the film become blurrier. As I watch the above documentary about LSD, I keep distracting myself on a hunt for propaganda hiding behind what is presented as fact, and how these facts are expressed. But mostly I really enjoy the aesthetic and quality of a vintage documentary. The documentary is a bit lengthy, so don’t try to sneak it in at work, but it’s perfect for those of you still stuck in your rural hometowns, trying to fill your time with something other than sitting on the couch, eating leftovers and watching re-runs.